Be my valentine...

Please? No? Oh okay.

I'm not here to bitch about valentine's day, my bitterness toward the tedious tradition has more or less vanished. Now I'm just curious and mature enough to admit that the bitterness stems from my jealousy of those who are lucky enough to have that significant other to make them feel special even if it is just for a day. Ever notice that is the one argument people use to criticise valentine's day - "why is there only one day dedicated to making your partner feel special? blahh blahh blahhhh". What's really wrong with that? If there can be a day dedicated to pancakes, why is the thought of a day dedicated to recognising and celebrating the love shared between two people so unbearable to some?
Now I've never had a valentine...ever (giving you a moment to all take that in and pick your jaws up from the floor after that shocking reveal ) I've just never been lucky enough to stay in a relationship long enough for valentine's day to come around. That, however doesn't mean that I lose hope and shrivel into a little, black ball of misery, I still get to enjoy the great sales on chocolates in stores, what more can I ask for? (A valentine)

Why universe? Whyyyy?!

Are you working in my favour or conspiring against me?

Let me just start off by saying that I no longer believe in coincidence. Too much has happened to assure me that it doesn't exist. Now as a Christian, I know that I am supposed to believe that everything happens for a reason but this never stopped me from thinking about how some things are just simply insignificant. Life's little details that we never acknowledge or pay attention to like when sneezing or coughing or adjust myself in my seat, we never think about how that could change the course of their lives.

Just yesterday I was talking to a friend of mine, saying I am not attracted to anyone and that I am okay with that, I'm in a good place. someone up there must have said "yeah...we'll see about that" because it just so happens that the next day I see the guy that I spent a ridiculous amount of time trying to forget at my bus stop. Okay let's think about this for a moment; he doesn't live anywhere near me, I haven't seen him in months and he just appears at my bus stop?

I looked hideous! okay slight exaggeration, I could have looked better (especially since he just had a fresh hair cut, he was looking rather handsome). Moments before I chose to stand behind the bus stop with my hood up, looking rather moody and confused. I wanted to know why this guy was walking towards me as he was the last person I expected to see.

What I find amusing is how the universe composed itself for us to cross paths and then we just had the most mediocre conversation ever.